Stopping traffic...literally...

So here in the sandbox when you have to cross the street, it's kinda a take at your own risk adventure. The cars don't and won't stop for you, so you must always be aware, move quick, and never ever stop. Me and the sisters have grown somewhat accustomed to this way of living, but occasionally have a few mishaps, here or there. It was a day, not to long ago, that a mishap occured...and I stopped traffic....

It was normal day with the sisters. We had just spent some time in the internet cafe, checking e-mail and talking to friends. We decided, as is also a normal occurance, to stop at the dukan down the street to get a diet coke (pepsi here, but I like to pretend it's coke) and a candy bar...or two. Upon exiting the dukan, my sister May turns and say's, "Anyone want some tamia (filafal) for dinner?". Well me and McCaine quickly agree, and we all venture over to our favorite tamia man, across the road. I was lagging behind...no particular reason...just was, and got caught in between cars zooming by. I looked left and then looked right and thought I had plenty of time...but quickly realized there was a motorcyle and big bus headed straight toward me. I froze up for a minute, and then snapped myself out of it and charged ahead, telling myself the whole time, "You can do it...just don't stop!". Next thing I know, the motorcycle comes to a halt about 10 inches from my body and then a huge crash. I look at the motorcycle guy, who has just been hit in the back by a rickshaw, smile my stupid khawaja smile, and walk to the sidewalk. The bus zooms past just as I reach the safety of the sidewalk, but all the cars behind the motorcycle just sit tight. I fumble to my sisters, that I think I just caused an accident, which in turn May responds, "Well you had right of way!". I look back at the poor motorcylce guy, whose just sitting still, stunned a bit from what just transpired. I yell out, "Malesh" and retreat quickly into the shop. Afraid of what might come...can you get arrested for stopping traffic?...I stay in the store, looking every once in a while out of the window. The man sits for a while, staring at the ground, while others behind him honk. Next thing I know, he spots me staring, nods his head, and heads off into the sunset...ok, there was no sunset, but you get the point. Traffic once again continues, and I make sure to stick close to the sisters, and cross only when there is a good opportunity!

* * No people or cars were damaged in this act of khawaja stupidity * *